Next, Castina and Shen Wuhuan communicated, and the two chatted from world music to CN music.

Shen Wuhuan is not Wuxia Amon now, and he also knows the music knowledge of this world well, and he can easily communicate with each other.

When they talked about CN music, Shen Wuhuan said: "For most countries in the world, CN music is unfamiliar, but compared with Western music, our country's music will not fall behind at all, this is the CN music in my heart." ”

"You have a strong sense of national pride and are proud of your country, what a wonderful girl." Lady Castina praised.

But she suddenly changed her words: "But CN's music has no resonance in the world, although people are very curious about the mysterious oriental country, but very few people will come to your country to dig this kind of music, if you want to really embark on the road of nationalization, you still need your local musicians to contribute." ”

"What you're saying is that we've been working on it." Shen Wuhuan nodded, empathetic to these words.

Although she also knew this, the old woman's special affinity made this sentence more convincing, and even made Shen Wuhuan feel an urge to go back and start promoting oriental music immediately.

But this impulse was suppressed by her.

At present, the domestic music industry is still like a barren land, and it is unknown whether Shen Wuhuan can lead Western music abroad, and she does not have so much energy to take care of national music.

The old woman saw her frowning brow, and seemed to see through her thoughts: "You, don't put all the burden on yourself, I already know your attainments in musical instruments, I believe that even in your country it is not an ordinary person, but don't carry everything on your own shoulders, remember, music is free, and you can't enjoy music with too many things on your back." ”

This sentence is true, just like hitting Shen Wuhuan in the head.

Music is a huge field of art, and it would be a fool's dream to revitalize it on your own...

Looking at what Shen Wuhuan has done in the past year, she has improved all kinds of deficiencies in CN Western music quite well, and the rest of her only needs to continue to produce music.

In other words, there was no need for her to do anything groundbreaking.

"Thank you for your words, I'll remember."

Looking at the young girl in front of her, who had such attainments, Lady Castina smiled and patted her head, like an elder teaching her own children.

"Hey, people are old and can't stand anymore, so let's separate." Castina hammered her waist and announced the end of the exchange.

And Shen Wuhuan was reluctant to go on the road.

On the way to the hotel, she kept thinking about the old woman.

Even when I checked into a hotel, or even when I was lying in bed after taking a shower, my head was not idle.

It wasn't until Xiang Yinyi, who lived with Shen Wuhuan, had just finished taking a shower and shouted "Ouye" in her mouth, and then slammed into the bed with a flying pounce that interrupted her thinking.

"Don't be crazy, I'm thinking about things." Shen Wuhuan gently patted her head.

"Isn't it the first time people go abroad to get excited?" Xiang Yinyi pouted dissatisfiedly.

"Of course you can, but you also have to look at the time." Shen Wuhuan pointed to his watch.

"But I can't get up to jet lag, I'm in good spirits!"

Germany is 7 hours slower than CN's time, that is to say, they arrived in Germany and checked into a hotel, and the time was still night, which means that they just got off the plane and had to sleep, which is indeed a little difficult to adjust.

What's even more uncomfortable is that I have to meet with Yi Yi and the two early tomorrow morning...

Shen Wuhuan rolled his eyes, and simply didn't care if this person was crazy.

Xiang Yinyi rolled around on Shen Wuhuan's bed, and felt a little bored after playing with herself for a while, so she asked, "Professor Shen, who did you say was that old woman before, she is so amazing." ”

"I guess it's the contestant who participated in this competition, and the music she played before sounded a bit like raw music, but I can't guarantee it." Shen Wuhuan said casually.

"Wow, it's not a good thing to meet such an opponent in the competition, Professor Shen, you're going to suffer." Xiang Yinyi took the opportunity to take revenge on Shen Wuhuan.

It's a pity that Shen Wuhuan doesn't eat her at all, her spirit is as hard as granite, and she won't affect the mood of the game for this little thing at all.

"Alright, this kind of trick won't work for me." Shen Wuhuan said: "But if you think about it carefully, there is no special chance of winning this competition, any one in the field of experimental music is a big demon king-like existence, there are too many powerful people." ”

"Cut, I didn't expect Professor Shen to retreat..."

"These are two completely different concepts, if I were in the field of classical music, I would not be afraid of them, but experimental music is too different from classical music, and it is more subjective, so it can be said that it completely depends on the preferences of the judges, otherwise how do you judge noisy music?"

Shen Wuhuan's words are to the point.

Music appreciation has always been very subjective, even if 99% of the world's people like a song, there are always 1% who don't.

In order to make the selection more objective, music can be judged from many existing criteria, such as vocal singing skills, breath, instrumental technique, pitch, and tempo.

Even so, it is quite normal for people to have two diametrically opposed judgments on the same matter.

But there is no standard for experimental music...

These basic things are too pediatric in the eyes of experimental musicians, they are tired of playing that set to play more advanced, where do they care about those stereotypical rules?

This is also the reason why even if he chose "Ghost Fire" to participate in the competition, Shen Wuhuan had no bottom in his heart.

Who knows what kind of music these judges like in this world, in this era?

"Experimental music... It's really hard to understand, like your song "Ghost Fire", I don't understand it very well, and I don't know what it's expressing at all. Xiang Yinyi spread his hands.

"This song is going to be used in this competition, but I haven't reported it yet, someone in Germany has registered me, but it is said that the competition system stipulates that the contestants have to come and report the repertoire themselves."

"That's what a hassle..."

"So we're going to go to bed early, hurry up and go to bed, I'll turn off the lights."

"Ahh No, I can't sleep, talk to me..."

"Smack."

The sound of the lights being turned off was accompanied by the wail of Xiang Yinyi.

Shen Wuhuan closed her eyes and waited for the next day, but what she didn't know was that what happened tomorrow would give her a headache.